They can go to the dance, we'll stay outside, smoke cigarettes, drink crème de menthe pilfered from someone's parents' liquor cabinet, and feel up that girl in our Physical Geography class with the teased hair and the dubious morals.

This is a funny argument. I was just going to post up on DJF that in 80-whatever years the Blue Jays will be the Cubs. But today I was just too lazy/didn't have enough time to count out the number exact years. Thanks to this discussion, I won't have to do all that work to show how pessimistic/clever I am

Tao, only the "losers" are outside the dance with the ugly chick from PG class. We're sneaking out for a dart and a splash of the whisky flask every half an hour, but we're still inside dancing. We've fallen down a few times - but we're still cuttin' a rug - at least until tonight...